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23Apr

We are looking for each other (my dream and I). On Wednesdays, Saturdays or even Sundays. We are always close, but never on the same place at the same time. Sometimes, unexpectedly, we shake hands fast but never for long. Maybe we are not strong enough to hold firmly. Or maybe… I don’t not know.

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My dreams are a cruel joke.
They taunt me. Even in my dreams, I’m an idiot who knows he’s about to wake up to reality. If I could only avoid sleep. But I can’t. I try to tell myself what to dream. I try to dream that I am flying. Something free.
It never works.